Oldies on the Interstate (feat. CaLa)

Sliding to some oldies on the interstate Veuve Clicquot ain't shit for us to celebrate They ain't on our level, we ignore hate Leader of my team can't fuck up the cake Baby looking good with her momma traits Bust a nut send her home tell her get there safe Vintage Fendi frames on my fuckin face Make a mil off the game then I'm out the way I ain't new to this I'm true to this I really do this shit Doing donuts in a Monte Carlo on some foolish Bitch blowing up my phone I'm trying to make some plays Why I ain't seen you in week? Bitch I been getting paid I call my nigga Snow it's time to take a trip to Dallas These bitches know I got that smoke cause I come straight from Cali I got a bad stripper bitch selling eighths for me Just made a stack off edibles bring that cake to me Fendi bucket hat on with them Versace shades I'm sipping Henny out the bottle while I'm switching lanes Just hit my fam in Oakcliff and told them I'm on my way I got a million dollar plan on how to get this cake I been that nigga since high school ask about me I never said shit so all them bitches ask about me I'm cool with players and the gang bangers One thing about my niggas is we all some game changers Sliding to some oldies on the interstate Veuve Clicquot ain't shit for us to celebrate They ain't on our level, we ignore hate Leader of my team can't fuck up the cake Baby looking good with her momma traits Bust a nut send her home tell her get there safe Vintage Fendi frames on my fuckin face Make a mil off the game then I'm out the way Eating crawfish on the back of the Stang Posted up on the block where you niggas can't hang Blades chopping down the ave like house call sang Slapping some oldies then I turn on some Airplane James I'm still the same ole g, fuck what you heard bout me Paid the cost to be the boss so this game ain't free Yankees hat Dickies shirt came straight from the flea Stop chasing hoes now them bitches choosing on me Pour liquor out for my loved one Rest In Peace Chaz See me when I'm rolling we don't do the window tint on glass Old schools sitting clean parked up in the grass She asked me for the song bitch it's on the dash Two tone on the wrist, arm hanging out I heard that nigga Snow who they banging now All that fake shit getting played out Tonight I brought the blades out